Mpreg Baby on BattlefieldBANG! It was the battlefield. The fight began and was still going for almost 2 hours. Bullets were fling across the grass running through people. One of the guys in the back was pregnant. His name was Evan. He was passed his due date but was forced to serve in the war. His side didn't have many fighters if he were to be excused. They needed to win this battle. Evan was behind a rock trying to catch his breath. Blood streamed down his face from attacks and bruises took over his body. They were supplied body masks but Evan wasn't able to wear it since no matter how he tried it didn't fit. He was worried something might happen to his baby or him during the battle. He panted from running too much since he ran out of energy quickly. His enormous belly made it hard for him to dodge bullets. He was bumped and shoved a couple of times. Evan ran out from behind the rock and held up his gun and shot many bullets towards the enemies. He ran into a tall man and fell to the ground. He held his stom
Even drugged out my mind, this is the worst pain I’ve ever experienced. My poor, ravaged hole is forced to stretch even further as his fat wrist widens the tear at the bottom. My overworked cervix is still contracting even as he digs around in my uterus for what seems like hours. I’m shrieking, pleading for him to stop ripping me apart. I just know I’m about to die – and I’d welcome it if it means an end to the agony. Finally, he tugs the baby out and, in my medicated state, I allow myself to imagine it might be over. That fantasy is quickly dashed as he pushes his hand back inside and starts digging around for the placentas. I’m shaking so hard the nurses have to hold me down as he roots around in my wrecked pussy for another 15 minutes. By the time he’s done I’m almost unconscious from the long labor, the pain, the whole horrible ordeal. The last thing I hear before passing out is a nurse commenting on my bruised, gaping cunt, saying that it will definitely never be the same. 
“NNNGhh..” Francis felt himself opening more and more, his skin stretching over the baby's head and he panted haggardly as it slipped out further than before. Suddenly the burning became unbearable and he felt his anal muscles recoil while his inner sphincter wrapped tightly around the baby's neck. Tears sprang unbidden to his eyes and he squeezed Niso's hand.
Niso shook his head quickly. "You have to push it out, the head's out Francis!" He said, reaching into the water and holding the baby's head still with one hand, his other holding Francis' swollen stomach. "Push!” "Tch..!" Francis gritted his teeth. He quickly drew breath, biting back a cry as his anal muscles contracted, sealing itself around the baby's neck.  The next time he pushed, a fresh peal of pain bloomed in his anus from when both the baby's shoulders were battering against his opening. The grip on his knees weakened as shooting pains radiated up and down his spine, his teeth baring as he pushed, hard. “Just one more..” Francis muttered darkly then heaved, feeling the baby's shoulder slide all the way out before it was followed by the rest of its body. Dazed, he fell back and panted in exhaustion. Niso quickly caught the baby and pulled it out of the water, surprised to see it didn't have an umbilical cord. He held it close to himself and looked at Francis, shock on his face that Francis had just given birth.
Mpreg Part2/3Brett woke up and saw her sleeping. He felt better but whenever he moved his belly jolted with pain. He was afraid something bad happened to his baby. He set aside the thought and brought a blanket and draped Vicky. He went into the kitchen and was starting to make dinner when his belly was tight. He rubbed it to ease the pain but it still hurt every now and then. Vicky woke up to smell burning. She quickly got up and looked around through the thin layer of steam. She saw Brett laying on the kitchen floor coughing. She ran over to him and checked if he was okay. She saw the stove burning on fire. She grabbed the fire extinguisher and blew out the stove. After a few minutes the steam was starting to go away. She helped him on the couch and noticed he was in pain coming from his stomach. She massaged his belly and looked up at him. "DONT DO ANY WORK!! From now on I will!! You got me WORRIED!!" Vicky looks away and starts crying. "V-Vicky. I'm sorry. I just wanted to help." "Well don't."

When he woke, he was back in Arthur’s bed. He opened his eyes and glanced around. He wanted his son, the urge to hold him, to see him, was overwhelming. Before he could begin to panic though, his eyes fell on the cradle beside the bed, and he leaned over the side in order to get his first glimpse. All he could see was a tuft of golden hair and a wrinkled little face. He nearly fell off the bed trying to scramble out of it.
"It's normal... We're getting close..." John replied, already knowing where Sherlock's mind was going. At last, the dressing room. Gingerly swinging the door open, he loosed his grip on John long enough to shove a large stack of chairs in front the door, keeping any potential snipers out of the room for the time being. He'd figure out what to do if they started shooting when they come to it. Leaving John on a bench, he hurried into a side room, grabbing the items that John had instructed him to get; towels, a first aid kit, anything he thought they'd need. Of course, he did manage to take a moment to type out a frantic text to Mycroft.
Jensen hadn’t been feeling well when he woke up that morning and by noon he was complaining of back spasms. After taking a long, hot bath, he felt a little better, so the two of them decided to wait out the storm by watching their favorite movies. Two hours into the movie and the start of their second film, Jensen felt a sharp pain in his stomach that quickly receded. It was then he realized it wasn’t just Braxton-Hicks contractions and he was definitely in labor.
“I can do that.” He ran up the stairs shedding his shirt as he went, leaving it somewhere in the hallway. He was halfway out of his sweatpants by the time he stepped into his room. He left them in a pile on the floor with his underwear. Throwing things out of his dresser until he found a clean pair of sweatpants, Jared didn’t even care about the huge mess he was making. He grabbed the closest shirt, threw it over his head, and was already snatching the equipment Jensen asked for and an extra shirt for Jensen, before the shirt was even pulled all the way down. Flying down the stairs two at a time, Jared rushed back to his husband’s side.
Mail Delivery BirthI got rejected when I told my boyfriend I was pregnant. He never wanted kids so he threw me out of his home. I'm 9 months pregnant and I'm working as a mailman to raise money for my child. I currently live by myself in an apartment but I'm very low on money. I got up and dressed into my uniform as usual and went outside. I had my stack of mails to deliver in my bicycle basket.
"F-Francis..." Niso mumbled softly, shifting so the tired male could see the baby. He looked down at it too when it began to cry. "N-Niso.." Francis moaned weakly, leaning his weight against the older male, his body still shaking from the strain of delivery. Slowly, he turned to look at the squalling baby cradled in Niso's arms. Francis couldn't believe the baby had come out of him. Before he could dwell too long on the insanity of the birth, his body convulsed and he arched his back, groaning anew when another contraction hit and a torrent of fluids expelled from his anus. "No..no..n-not again," Francis cried, face flushed and shiny with sweat. It was too soon! Niso bit his lip and got up from the tub, finding a towel and wrapping the baby in it. After laying the baby on the floor where it was safe he got back into the tub, gripping Francis' hand now. "It's happening again?" Niso asked, swallowing hard as he looked down to Francis' still swollen stomach with a shake of his head. Francis nodded jerkily. His chest burned with each quick and shallow breath, his lungs desperate for more air. But before he could gasp again, he surrendered himself to another painful contraction and bore down with a vengeance. The pressure in his anus was escalating. He bellowed loudly and squeezed Niso's hand for support. His head was spinning from lack of oxygen and he wanted the pain to disappear but it was only worsening. He paused for a brief moment to collect himself then jerked back with a cry when an involuntary spasm seized his body. The next baby was on the edge of crowning. "I can't," Francis begged and looked imploringly at Niso. He was defeated. "I can't do this..It hurts too much.."Niso just shook his head and kept a tight grip on Francis' hand. "Push Francis!" He ordered him harshly, glaring a little. "I gave birth to your six kids! Now push!" He growled. Deep down, he felt mildly angry at Francis' for giving up so early. He pressed his hand to Francis' stomach and narrowed his eyes at him. "Push.” "S-Stop it! Get offa me." Francis bucked and jerked, trying to wrench himself free from Niso's grips. He felt as though he was tearing in half, his sore anus bulging and straining to release the baby trapped inside his canal. It did not come out with his last push and he gasped for breath then fell forward, groaning as its head edged closer and closer to his anus, stretching him past the point of pain. Grunting, Francis threw his head back and pushed again, face and neck reddening from the extreme effort. Despite the pain wracking his body, he yanked his knees to his chest and bore down, cursing and screaming, when suddenly something slippery and wet emerged between his thighs, gushing fluids. "Haa..haa..h-head's out," he called weakly.
Mpreg Baby on BattlefieldBANG! It was the battlefield. The fight began and was still going for almost 2 hours. Bullets were fling across the grass running through people. One of the guys in the back was pregnant. His name was Evan. He was passed his due date but was forced to serve in the war. His side didn't have many fighters if he were to be excused. They needed to win this battle. Evan was behind a rock trying to catch his breath. Blood streamed down his face from attacks and bruises took over his body. They were supplied body masks but Evan wasn't able to wear it since no matter how he tried it didn't fit. He was worried something might happen to his baby or him during the battle. He panted from running too much since he ran out of energy quickly. His enormous belly made it hard for him to dodge bullets. He was bumped and shoved a couple of times. Evan ran out from behind the rock and held up his gun and shot many bullets towards the enemies. He ran into a tall man and fell to the ground. He held his stom

"It's normal... We're getting close..." John replied, already knowing where Sherlock's mind was going. At last, the dressing room. Gingerly swinging the door open, he loosed his grip on John long enough to shove a large stack of chairs in front the door, keeping any potential snipers out of the room for the time being. He'd figure out what to do if they started shooting when they come to it. Leaving John on a bench, he hurried into a side room, grabbing the items that John had instructed him to get; towels, a first aid kit, anything he thought they'd need. Of course, he did manage to take a moment to type out a frantic text to Mycroft.
It was three weeks until his due date and they were holed up at home due to the presence of Hurricane Irene. Their little home was far enough inland that the damage wouldn’t be too severe and they wouldn’t have to board up or anything like they did in Florida, but it was bad enough that weathermen were expecting downed trees and probable power outages.
Mark, a pregnant male teenager, was in his second trimester of pregnancy. His belly was huge and round. He was abandoned by his partner so he decided to raise his child alone. He started going to a yoga class for pregnant males. He made new friends. They were separated into classes with the same months of pregnancy they were in. He went twice a week and stretched with his pregnant buddies. He loved going because it really relaxed his body. He went day after day and reached his third trimester. He was 9 months pregnant with his first child. He was excited for his baby to come. Every day he would let his baby listen to music, hear stories, and he bought baby clothes. He was ready for the baby to come. He went to his yoga class like any other day and talked to his friends. They would feel each other's bellies. The instructor came in and got them ready. The classes were about an hour each. It was over and Mark and his friends went into the elevator to get to the first floor. CRASH! The elevator stopped leaving the guys wondering and worrying. "What happened?!" There were 5 guys trapped including Mark in the elevator. They were all 9 months pregnant. "What do we do?!" The panicked and tried to find a way out. Some guys sat down on the floor. Henry, one of his friends, grasped at his belly. "What's wrong?!" "I-I don't know just suddenl-!" He hunched over again in pain. Mark went to him and helped him down when a gush of fluid was released wetting his pants. "What?! My water broke! I can't be in labor now!!" "Calm down Henry everything will be alright." Henry was sitting down and groaning in pain. The rest of the guys were comforting him. "Okay don't push yet we will be saved soon." Henry grit his teeth and tried not to push when a contraction came. "I can't. The b-baby is coming NOW!" One of the guys pulled down his sweatpants and allowed him to push. The elevator suddenly shook. Paul, his friend that is pregnant with twins, looses his balance and falls with a crash against the elevator wall. "Ungh." His water broke and he panicked. "My water broke! What do I do." Two guys were in labor and the babies were close to coming. Josh and William were trying to calm them down. Mark was with Henry on the ground and helping him give birth. Josh and William helped Paul. Josh stood up and his water broke. He crouched to the floor moaning. William and Mark panicked. Too many of them were going into labor. It was about an hour that passed and William started getting contractions. Mark helped all of them lower their sweatpants to let the baby pass easier. Henry's opening was at the widest point. His baby's head was coming. He squirmed and pushed. "Ow! I can't it's too big. Get it out!" Mark worried and he tried to calm him down. Mark started getting contractions but didn't mention them. The baby's head popped out. Henry looked down and smiled while touching the baby's head. "My baby. He is finally almost out." Henry sets his hand on his opening and holds it tight when he pushed to help it from tearing. Mark looked around the elevator and saw all of them side by side in labor. Henry's baby was out and in his arms. Henry rested and looked at his newborn baby boy. "Ow!" Paul yelled. Mark looked over in a hurry and saw his opening tear from the baby coming. Mark rushed over when he felt a burst out of him of fluids wetting his sweatpants. He looked down and knew his baby was going to come. He felt the baby's head drop lower into his anus. Mark went and leaned on the wall and went into a birthing position. He stayed calm and pulled his sweatpants lower. His anus bulged and he pushed. A burning sensation came and he stopped. The more he pushed the more painful it got. He looked up in shock wondering how much worse it would get. Paul yelled in pain. Paul and Josh's water broke sending them into hard labor. Paul was the only one having twins. Mark concentrated on his baby and he pushed with all his might hoping it would be over. He looked down and saw his opening spread wider and wider exposing the baby. He leaned forward and pushed again. His anus stretched to the widest point and he pushed but his baby didn't move out. He was in pain. He touched down and spread his opening to make it wider for the baby's head. The baby's head popped out with his fluid. He leaned back in relief and rested. He looked around and saw Paul still struggling with the first baby. His anus bulged out and it was at the widest point. William had his baby's head out and he pushed for the body. Josh had his baby boy in his arms and was closing his eyes with his baby in his arms. He was looking around when a sudden shock came from his anus. He felt him tear and he gasped for air. He pushed with all his might and out came his baby with the remaining of his fluid. He quickly drew his baby up to his arms. It was a baby girl. "Ah! It burns! Someone help!! Get him out of me!!" Paul yelled in pain still not making any progress. They all had their baby in their arms except for Paul. Mark needed to help him. He tried to move over to him even though he was sore and still in pain. He crawled over and set his baby down on his sweatpants. Mark spread Paul's closed legs and took a look. Paul scrunched his face in pain and kept trying to close his legs. Mark made an effort to keep them open. He told him to push. "I can't." "You have to cmon push!" Paul pushed and panted. He pushed and slowly the baby's head came out. Paul rested when the shoulders popped out. Mark pulled the baby out gently and set the baby on Paul's stomach. Unfortunately he still had one more baby to give birth to. Paul's water broke again and he pushed. The second baby was much easier. The head popped out followed by the body. Both of his babies were in his arms. They were all done giving birth.
Birthing Chambers Ep. 3It had now been almost three weeks since I had been captured. About two and a half weeks since I found the Birthing Chamber. I was now about halfway through the gestation period of the Queen S'Tencha growing inside my womb. And, though inhuman, I was becoming very attached to the creature. Because I was giving it my life, I felt it was almost a part of me... something that depended on me.
Danny and Brie were an odd couple. For one thing, Brie was tough and serious, yet also sweet on the inside. Danny could be easily mistaken for a lesbian. He had a bowl-shaped boyish haircut and a very feminine face. He wasn’t muscular at all and had very narrow shoulders like a girl. But Brie had the most unusual attribute, for she was a witch, and had the power to switch one’s gender or sex role. That is, she could take the genitals of a boy and a girl and switch them. In this scenario, the girl would be on top during sex.
It was just as he was pressing the 'SEND' button that a pained cry of "Sherlock! It's coming!" came from the other room, sending his heart racing with nerves. Quickly, he grabbed the last thing, a large bottle of hand sanitizer, and rubbed some into his hands before heading back. Running back into the room, he stopped short at the sight of John perched on the edge of the bench; his lower body already undressed as he pushed with what was left of the contraction, his face flushed red from the exertion. It was surreal for Sherlock to see; John, his only friend, going through what as an Alpha he could only imagine (and had no desire to experience for himself) but handling it with the calmness and determination of...well...a soldier. The contraction over, his whole body seemed to go limp as he let his head lean forward, his eyes distant as he attempted to relax.
At first it seemed like a small inconvenience; the egg will come when it is ready, perhaps the date was wrong, these things happen all the time, etc. Gladra would caress her large stomach and sing to the egg within in the hopes that maybe it coax the babe out. Toric, who had found the sight of his wife pregnant very arousing, began making love to his princess quite regularly as that was know to sometim
Jared nodded again, not trusting himself to speak at the moment. “Okay, you’re going to put the end of the stethoscope there. Now you'll tighten this screw here and then squeeze the bulb until this gauge is about 160, or about 10 above the last time you heard my last heartbeat. Then you’re going to slowly loosen this screw and let the gauge drop. When you hear the first beat, remember that number, and when the sound stops, remember that number too.  You got it?”
Even drugged out my mind, this is the worst pain I’ve ever experienced. My poor, ravaged hole is forced to stretch even further as his fat wrist widens the tear at the bottom. My overworked cervix is still contracting even as he digs around in my uterus for what seems like hours. I’m shrieking, pleading for him to stop ripping me apart. I just know I’m about to die – and I’d welcome it if it means an end to the agony. Finally, he tugs the baby out and, in my medicated state, I allow myself to imagine it might be over. That fantasy is quickly dashed as he pushes his hand back inside and starts digging around for the placentas. I’m shaking so hard the nurses have to hold me down as he roots around in my wrecked pussy for another 15 minutes. By the time he’s done I’m almost unconscious from the long labor, the pain, the whole horrible ordeal. The last thing I hear before passing out is a nurse commenting on my bruised, gaping cunt, saying that it will definitely never be the same. 
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